bad dreams. changed minds. longing. brokenness. uncomfortable truths. typo'd tattoos I may or may not laser off. all small prices to pay to the party gods.
I love reading an essay that makes me exhale - for real - once or twice or ten times, because the breathing out part is one of little hardest things for me. i love reading things that are so intensely real and honoring of what is, without prettying it up.
I didn't write yesterday or today. I meant to and i wanted to, but instead i meandered and i cleaned and I worried about money and I watched comedy shows (daniel sploss - scottish accent and some real true shit about death and love) and I did none of what I said I would do but most of what i needed to do.
And then i came and read this essay - so my new years day feels remarkably complete.
Thank you for being out there, speaking the simple (chaotic) truth into the void. It matters. Small price to pay, indeed.
sooooooo fucking good. "the problem isn't that everything is hard, it's that we don't think it's supposed to be" this line sums up me and why I am just pissed off all the time. I think I am terminally unique. my life is hard. no doubt. but so is everyone else's and that line hit me like an arrow with truth serum that permeated my bloodstream.
This - I need all these reminders to embrace what is. As the solo parent, with children in different stages, I spend too much time trying to figure out how to lessen the chaos and probably thrive when I embrace it. Prior to reading this, I talked to one kid about possibly transferring after freshman year of college, another about his return to school, and all three kids about why didn’t we do our traditional new year’s hike- and I read this and thought how lucky to be your child. Who wants to live in any other way? A small price to pay indeed.
so floored in the best way by your writing; The layers of truth and vulnerability and realness; it gets to every layer in me. I can’t even comment specifically on lines or concepts because everything… just everything you say resonates with me. And the way you say it all is pure genius.
One thing I've always loved about your writing is how it can make me laugh and then feel so deeply that I cry in rapid succession. This:
"And there is so much more beauty in all of that than we allow ourselves to feel — always fighting discomfort, trying to make each other happy instead of human."
Is like a mantra to me. It's okay. It's okay to feel all the feelings, because they're a part of us. That's something I've been trying to teach my younger son as he approaches the hormonal madness puberty is beginning to bring.
oh, i love this. i love this, i love this.
I love reading an essay that makes me exhale - for real - once or twice or ten times, because the breathing out part is one of little hardest things for me. i love reading things that are so intensely real and honoring of what is, without prettying it up.
I didn't write yesterday or today. I meant to and i wanted to, but instead i meandered and i cleaned and I worried about money and I watched comedy shows (daniel sploss - scottish accent and some real true shit about death and love) and I did none of what I said I would do but most of what i needed to do.
And then i came and read this essay - so my new years day feels remarkably complete.
Thank you for being out there, speaking the simple (chaotic) truth into the void. It matters. Small price to pay, indeed.
<3
I’m for not getting the tattoo “fixed.” I think it’s exactly how its supposed to be and a small price to pay...
sooooooo fucking good. "the problem isn't that everything is hard, it's that we don't think it's supposed to be" this line sums up me and why I am just pissed off all the time. I think I am terminally unique. my life is hard. no doubt. but so is everyone else's and that line hit me like an arrow with truth serum that permeated my bloodstream.
Love this braiding so much.
I needed this so much.
This - I need all these reminders to embrace what is. As the solo parent, with children in different stages, I spend too much time trying to figure out how to lessen the chaos and probably thrive when I embrace it. Prior to reading this, I talked to one kid about possibly transferring after freshman year of college, another about his return to school, and all three kids about why didn’t we do our traditional new year’s hike- and I read this and thought how lucky to be your child. Who wants to live in any other way? A small price to pay indeed.
I’m so glad I joined this. I’m
so floored in the best way by your writing; The layers of truth and vulnerability and realness; it gets to every layer in me. I can’t even comment specifically on lines or concepts because everything… just everything you say resonates with me. And the way you say it all is pure genius.
One thing I've always loved about your writing is how it can make me laugh and then feel so deeply that I cry in rapid succession. This:
"And there is so much more beauty in all of that than we allow ourselves to feel — always fighting discomfort, trying to make each other happy instead of human."
Is like a mantra to me. It's okay. It's okay to feel all the feelings, because they're a part of us. That's something I've been trying to teach my younger son as he approaches the hormonal madness puberty is beginning to bring.